You cannot restore him to
life. Yet one thing the doctor did. He brought a camera and took a
photograph of the dead man for the sake of his friends."
"Oh! he took a photograph of--of Lord Harry Norland. What did he do
that for?"
"I tell you: for the sake of his friends."
Fanny was more bewildered than ever. Why on earth should the doctor
want a photograph of the Dane Oxbye to show the friends of Lord Harry?
Could he have made a blunder as stupid as it was uncalled for? No one
could possibly mistake the dead face of that poor Dane for the dead
face of Lord Harry.
She had got all the information she wanted--all, in fact, that was of
any use to her. One thing remained. She would see the grave.
The cemetery of Auteuil is not so large as that of Pere-la-Chaise, nor
does it contain so many celebrated persons as the latter--perhaps the
greatest cemetery, as regards its illustrious dead, in the whole world.
It is the cemetery of the better class. The tombs are not those of
Immortals but of Respectables.
Among them Fanny easily found, following the directions given to her,
the tomb she was searching after.
On it was written in English, "Sacred to the Memory of Lord Harry
Norland, second son of the Marquis of Malven.
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